Officers Accommodations, Tenth Floor, HQ/The place for sleep
"What are you doing here, Sarge?"
"Commissar Goldenrod asked me to visit, Sir."
"You don't have to call me sir, I'm a non-com, just like you are..." Now, she didn't have to say...
"Marsh, you and I both know that's a bad habit to get into. Besides, you're the closest thing this place has to a command sar-major, acting logistics for the division!"
"Be that as it may, I'm still not an officer, you still don't have to salute, even if you can call me sir. No cap, remember?" She referred to the cap that only officers had, and who was part of the ritual of salute, on both the receiving and granting sides. That Michael was playing games with Wanda's rank was not helping.
"Oh, hum, yeah."
"Out with it!"
"Errr?"
"Come on, if the commissar has you out here, it's probably not for your pretty green eyes..."
"Aw, no, more's the pity, Mike's got nice blue ones hisself, ya know?"
"I know, I was his first valentine, back in the scholam, don't you remember?"
"It was my turn the year after, after scrumball..."
"Scrumball, really?"
"Yeah, he actually managed to win one game, I was silly back then, I had told him he'd be my valentine if he'd manage to win one game... Turns out nothing motivates Mike like smooches..."
"Hmm, I kinda noticed that too, when he's in romance mood anyways..."
"What do you mean?"
"When he's got that commissar cap on, smooches aren't on his mind..."
"Oh, yeah, all business..."
"Platoon, atten-hut!" Wanda didn't have her platoon with her, but habits died hard as she and Marsha saluted.
"At ease, Wanda and Marsha." Michael's hand was on the brim of his cap, returning the salute, then chopped off with precision.
"Sir, yes Sir!"
"I've asked Wanda to visit with me, Marsha, what brings you to me?"
"I'd like to plead with you to stop your... experiment with Wanda's rank sir."
"Marsha, did she put you up to this?"
"Sir, no Sir. I'm hearing backchatter in the ranks about it though..."
"Oh, so you want to plead for me to stop, due to it being bad for morale?" His tone was decidedly on the sarcastic end of the spectrum.
"Err, I do believe it besmirches the honour of her rank, that she fluctuates in and out of it so often..."
"If you believe that, you must believe I besmirch the honor of her rank, then, Marsha..."
"Sir, no Sir, but I believe you are... underestimating the effect your actions have on the regiment."
"Understood, dismissed." He saluted again, briefly, and Marsha, shaking, took the hint, and walked herself back to her barrack.
"Sir, yes Sir."
"Come in my study, Wanda, I want to talk to you."
"How long are you going to punish me for being your secret girlfriend, Mike?"
"Is that what I'm doing?" He said, his face buried in her hair.
"Either that, or hiding our affair by making it look like you hate me, and are trying to break me and end my career..."
"No, I'm not..."
"Good... By the way, what's with you and Marsha?"
"What?"
"Come on, it's the third time she's reminded me you had been an item in scholam... I won't be able to fool being unaware she's your ex that much longer..."
"Don't pretend you don't know..."
"I don't like that, not unless you apologize to her, first..."
"What's that all about?"
"I'm not sure she's straight, to be honest..."
"What, she's not just hitting on me now?"
"No... and frankly, she's sticking her neck out to save mine, that's not something she's doing lightly..."
"How close is she?"
"Close to what?"
"To getting you curious?"
"A lot closer than I thought she'd get..."
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40169
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Room, Common, Bedroom
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